Summer House

It's the first day of summer. How the hell did that happen? Wasn't it just, like, March or something? Before you know it, we'll have a kid. A kid we're supposed to feed and take care of and educate in the ways of the force...or something like that. How scary is that? And since time is passing so quickly, Beth and I are starting to knock out the last items on our Really Long List of Shit That Must Get Done Prior To The Bean's Arrival In The World. Or, rather, we're paying other people to take care of these things. On the list this week? Getting a large portion of the house painted (such a large portion, I'm not willing to do it), having a front door replaced, getting carpets cleaned and having two sets of French doors installed.

A while back we briefly considered moving. Briefly. The house next to us sold for a gagillion dollars more than we paid for ours (perhaps that's an overstatement) and it was tempting. But last night, we took all the curtains down, pulled paintings off the walls and moved all the knick-knacks to safe places. Parts of the house looked really bare. And, not that I didn't realize it before, I discovered that our place is home. Its not the fanciest place, but its so us. It'll be nice to have a third human to share it with. Even if she won't exactly appreciate the new paint job and fine new lighting I've hooked us up with.

Posted by Chris at June 21, 2005 09:54 AM

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That's wonderful!! I remember leaving the one place that ever vaguely felt like a home to me, and it was rending. I have great joy looking forward to one day having that feeling.

I know, summer, what the heck? When did this happen. Ten minutes ago I was more worried about save the dates then invitations - and now? Invitations go out in a month. Gah! Who's idea was this wedding thing?

Seems like things are as they should be in the Cactu-Fish household. We've seen some pictures of your house and that story fits very well with what I remember of them and what I've come to learn about both you and Beth.

There's no place like home. Ours has gone up in value so much as to be almost unbelievable. No way I want to move. It's nice to just make things nicer where you are. And it sounds like that's what you're doing

I just moved in to a place that feels like that. Bless your heart for having that feeling too. And little Bean's. She'll appreciate it if you appreciate it right along with her.

It's funny how I remember so vividly the first home my parents bought. WHY? Probably because it's was when I first discovered that I could have a secret hiding place and if I was careful, no one would find it except me. It was the best window with the best view, even if it was just a view of a street and a row of houses lining it, and! it was the first place that I thougth was bigger than I was.

This is a good realization to come to - ya'll are very lucky to get all this stuff done before the Bean makes her grand entrance. It will be such a relief not to gaze at the unfinished crown molding or other home repairs at 2 a.m., blearily thinking, "why didn't I do that before she came?"

I'm hoping the new place with the Fiance will be our true home, all comfy and beautiful.

All that empty space is going to be filled with plastic products from "Little Tykes", "Playskool" and other places that import thier product from China. You won't miss it. We have a Little Tykes formal dinning room for my daughter in the living room in front of the TV. On occasion I get to dine with my duaghter. It's very, "Daddy, please bring the Grey Poupon and my Chardonay and we shall enjoy Elmo's hilarity!"

Much better idea to tidy up the nest you have. Seems as though we only do that, top to bottom, when we're bringing home a new baby or getting ready to sell the place. It always feels sort of sad to spruce it up to sell because then you think, "Say! I wouldn't mind living here!" But it feels great to make home even more home for a new life.
Lovely magnolia. Yours? See earlier garden query.